Sorry, I sleep all day..
Rosie & I had the lophophora weekend recently, and as a warm up we purified for a week. The cactus is a ritual thing, lacking in alcohol or other herbs for at least the first four to six hours. We managed about seven good sized buttons each (a very hefty dose), sliced thin and eaten green & fresh with a bit of dried apricot to help cut the bitter and an occasional swallow of water to push the wad of vegetation down. The process took disipline, a bit of self-hypnosis & chanting to remove oneself from what you are doing, and about 45 minutes. Likewise, after completion, another 45 minutes resulted in a couple of not too uncomfortamble pukes, and and almost immediate doorway push into intense morrocan patterns. The visions were supiour, we were just fine with our speach and comprehension, and there was no trouble with mobility or balance, although I would not have wished to be forced into driving or speaking to an authority figure, such as a girl scout or a bull frog. The safest (and wisest) path was the one we chose, to stay home, save a midnight skittering to the beach (whoa, baby!), because , after all, I can't explain an arrest to my friends and family. I'm afraid they all think I'm 'Normal' and quite conservative, believe it or not. The illusion of the three piece suit, et al.
The next day, well re-hydrated and past the fringe Twoodlo-Tweedly's, we had begun smoking again with the usual sedative results. No restarts, like with acid, no extra kicks of color or insight. The cactus was over. Those synapses had fired, and would not fire again until we had sleep and time to recharge the brain chemistry. Just like LSD, and other indole based enhancers, it was over.
I remembered I had some salvia in a box as a bonus from a shipment of Baby Woodrose Seeds. Just as a whim, I got it out and wrapped it in a paper with a 2 to 1 ratio of pot so it would burn right. the first joint felt like I was getting pinched on the bridge of the nose at first, then tuned into an almost unpleasently intense level of spotty colors in the dark. Numbness of the extremeties (including my penis, which I was using) followed, but luckily, no wilting or breathing difficulties. It did not seem to interfere with orgasm, but I would not recommend it as an enhancer. Lower doses later on had similar effects. Salvia seemed to me to be a short term, intense type of color/pattern blaster, more like sniffing an inhalant than doing DMT or bufotine, but more colorful. It doesn't distort height or size like an animal tranq (thank dog, I hate that), but does have a lasting effect, 1/2 hour or more.
Those are my observations.
